The Birth Story...

Damon is here and he is wonderful! He is one week old today. What a fast week it has been! He has really been a joy to have around. I don't know if it is the second time mom thing or if he is just a way easier baby then Mac (maybe some of both??) but this time around has been so much less stressful. It has been pretty chill actually. Part of that might come from the fact that I am feeling really good for giving birth a week ago. I actually felt really good for the most part a few hours after birth and have been feeling that way ever since. I only took a few pain meds in the hospital and a few motrin the day after.

    For memory sake, here is Damon's birth story as I remember it. I'm just throwing in pictures to break it up. Sunday night (the night before the birth) I had a slight breakdown about many-a-things. Adding a child to a family is SCARY let alone knowing where that child has to come from (and I'm not talking about heaven). After I shed a few tears my sweet husbando Devan and I had a great chit chat about several things and I went to bed feeling really calm. Dev has a great way of calming me down. At 5:17AM (according to Dev) I said, "Dev, DEV. I think my water just broke" which was followed by a "huh, oh, uh??? Really?" Usually it would have taken me a lot longer to wake him up because I am pretty passive about that but I was holding nothing back when I said that second "Dev". He woke up and of course the "are you sure" followed (I was asking myself the same question) and although I was pretty sure it only took a few more minutes to be completely sure, I will spare the details.

        Since I hadn't had any contractions or wasn't dilated the last time I went to the doctor I wasn't too sure if we should head to the hospital or just wait a few more hours so we didn't have to wake anyone up to come hang out with Mac. I started feeling a little something and unsure if it was contractions or not we decided to call an early riser from our ward. BLESS HER HEART! I love this lady, you have no idea! She got to our house about 6:30 and by that time I was pretty sure I was having contractions but nothing too painful.

           After packing a few more things (sure am a slacker....) we headed to the hospital. Luckily, the signs were good because we had never been to labor and delivery before. We are so prepared, I know. We got the hospital at 6:45 and calmly told the nice lady at the counter that my water broke and I was overdue. They showed me to a room and I got to wear my fav-o-fav thing on the planet those HORRID hospital gowns. eeehhhhh I so despise those!! I had a few more contractions but again, nothing too serious so when the nurse came in to check me I wasn't expecting too much. Apparently I was a 4.5. That was a little crazy to hear. at that point (probably almost 7:30) the contractions started getting more intense and the nurse, who I loved, followed her intuition that I was going to go really fast and made a few things happen early so I could get the epidural. There were some pretty intense contractions before the epidural man came at 8:00ish but it was still not too bad. I think my bubble blast nook game really helped.lol. Although I could not pass a level to save my life! Just a little distracted, I guess.

       Once the epidural was in, my Dr came down and told me I was at a 5 and to not be too surprised if the contractions stopped and I had to get potocin. I could tell by the nurse's face that was not going to happen. Dev (who had been outside during the epidural, the procedure at this hospital) came back in the room about 8:25ish. And that is where the fun began!!! 

   The contractions started coming and coming and basically the next 25 minutes are a blur. I do remember that the same thing that happened with Mac happened with Damon. My blood pressure dropped and the baby's heart beat dropped. I got oxygen, turned on my side, etc, etc, and there were all of a sudden several nurses and other people in the room. I guessed what was happening since it had happened with Mac and just like with Mac, I could tell by Dev's face that things were a little scary. Luckily they had me on my side facing opposite of all the monitors and nurses. I then heard the nurse on the phone with my Dr. and thank goodness as she was talking to him she could say that the heartbeat was coming back up. That made me able stay very calm (which surprisingly I had been the whole time). It was still a little scary and she told the dr to be on his way. I think she had checked me either right before or barely after all that and I was at a 9. So I went from 5-9 in like 10 or 15 minutes. The dr came in very shortly after that all pompous and loud and really bugged me, telling me how to push and what was going to happen. For some reason the fact that he was so loud and abrasive really got on my nervous. Anyway (I'll spare the details of the next part) I then pushed through 3 contractions and he was out at 8:57AM. Pretty crazy fast and just crazy in general. He was safe, sound, and perfect. I loved him. I have this weird thing that I don't feel like I really connect with the babies when they are in my belly. I just seem to be different when it comes to that than other people. But the second they come out and I get to touch them I just melt. He stole my heart! I love that moment of birth. It is so easy to feel so close to Heaven. I was just so grateful in that moment to be able to be a big part of the miracle. Birth is fascinating and such a miracle. There is no other word for it.

   I'll have the write more about the next few hours but this has gotten way too long already. So that will come another day. Just get excited because The Hulk was in the delivery room with him. I know, right!